Ode to Peace
They told me you were stillness: the lake with no wind, the held breath, the shut door, the white and waiting room where nothing is allowed
Sunday Morning
My companions as dawn breaks this Sunday morning are the birds serenading me and the rabbit breaking his fast on the clover scattered across my yard. I sit
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Whisper My Name
Just one more embrace one more caress. To hear you sigh, to see your lips form an oh, and then to hear you whisper my name
Trying
The sky is still this morning, white, grey clouds with an icing of pink are fixed in place as if they had been hung in the
Stardust to Starlight
If life were just a story, I would write a happy ending. Yes, the hero and heroine would be soot-marked, their clothes in tatters, but
Shaped by Myths, Masters, and Mystics
We live in a world shaped by stories told, retold and retold again. By the time they reach our ears they bear little familiarity with their
Two Pieces - If Only and Fireflies
If Only If Only, I don’t have regrets but I know a missed opportunity when I see one. If only I had taken off the
Grateful Rememberings
I am struck by the enormity of the love I have received and only know its breadth and depth by the chasm that lies empty now.
Celebrating Earth and Your Day
And so, my love, it is your birthday, not that we began your celebrations that day. We often started on the first of April, sometimes before
A Glimpse of Tupelo Honey
It doesn't take much, a random thought, the first notes of a Van Morrison song, or a thousand others, each tied to images, to
After A Life Well Lived
The face now etched from a thousand smiles, the lines on brow from eyebrows raised in wonder. The sharp pains that jab on my right side
Spilled Wine To Remember
This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This